So my last post was about how I was bridesmaiding it up in a billion weddings this summer/fall, and how I was a little bit worried about how I was going to handle all of the dress fittings/bridal showers/bachelorette parties…turns out I was right to worry.
This summer was the single most exhausting/awesome/terrible/crazy/sweet/genius/insane/neat/evil thing ever. I had so much fun seeing all of my friends every weekend. I cried on more than a few occasions when I checked my account balances on my checking/savings/credit cards. I have awesome pictures and amazing memories from my nights out on the town. I have done irreversible damage to my liver. I didn’t spend any time alone, always surrounded by people. Oh, and I never got to spend any freaking time alone, unless you count driving back from Chicago, slowly dying from dehydration and lack of electrolytes. I decided to take a moment and think back on the past few months, and think about the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Getting to see the looks on my friend’s face as they married their best friend. Very cool, totally emotional to watch, and super inspiring.
Shannon’s bridesmaid dress! The dress was super fitted at the natural waist, sweetheart cut, and LONG! I got to wear low, not all that attractive shoes, and nobody saw or judged me. I didn’t have to sit like a lady. I got to juke on the dance floor like a mother effing champion. In the battle of bridesmaid dresses, we had a clear winner. (I liked the other ones just fine, but as a person who rarely wears dresses, I have to give my vote to the long one that allowed me to be the most comfortable!)
Bachelorette parties! I really should have bought stock in penis-straw companies before the summer began. I would have made a FORTUNE.
Seeing my friends EVERY weekend! A large percentage of my friends live at least 2-5 hours away from me, so getting to see them nearly every weekend was an amazing bonus 🙂 Oh and when we’d go to say goodbye when it was time for me to leave, we’d just give a casual hug and say “See you next weekend!” Far superior to the usual situation.
St. Simon’s Island. I completely fell in love with this part of Georgia and will DEFINITELY be going back. Oh, and turns out I really enjoy sweet tea 🙂
Strapless bras/spanx. I don’t think I need to say any more.
My wallet. I open my wallet and either one of two things happens. Either moths fly out of the section that SHOULD hold my cash, or my debit/credit cards are super over-heated from being swiped all the time, and I burn my hands when trying to grab them.
Feeling like I couldn’t give 100% to each of my brides this summer. I had so many events to juggle that I often felt I was letting people down by not making it to everyone’s festivities. I even had to miss a few good friend’s weddings because I wasn’t able to make it work with my schedule or with my financial situation. 😦 That was SUCH a bummer!
My freaking tan lines. I got ONE sunburn in early June. Got some unfortunate tan lines on my shoulders while watching a fabulous parade with no sunscreen. Well, you’d think that going tanning 1-3 times a week for a few months might be sufficient in evening out those lines. Well, you’d be wrong. I have those mother effing tan lines in EVERY wedding photo. Brides, I’m sorry. I tried. (and I was way too scurrd to get a spray-on tan, for fear of a tanning salon attendant getting to see me nekkid, or going into a machine and pulling a Ross Geller.)
My car: I have discarded bags of chips, empty water bottles, a STUPID amount of mileage on my odometer, and lots of random debris hanging out on the floorboards. I insisted that a friend of mine borrow my car for a quick trip to the grocery store, and lost a mirror in the process. (That’s what I get for peer pressuring people…just say NO, kids! Oh and Nat, I still love you. So does Cami.)
Really, I had an amazing summer, but must admit I’m totally glad that wedding season is FINALLY over. I am also so excited that my sexy friend Laura is getting married in the Spring, so I will be all refreshed and ready for round 2 of wedding shenanigans. Now if you’ll excuse me, time to call my stock broker. Gotta buy some shares in “Peen-Straws-for-U.com”